Sophie (A HP FanFiction)

Chapter 1. There is nothing wrong with her

A/N: Some things mentioned in the book are from the books of Harry Potter and i do not own them they are are from J.K Rowling. I only own Sophie.

Another day in the hospital wasted this is insane! I know there is something wrong with me but it has nothing to do with my health I think I inherited it from my parents. I can let things move without touching them and I can do things with my hand it’s like magic. At first I couldn’t control it but it happened every time i got angry or when i was really happy just out of nowhere and then I focused more when it happens and so I learned to control it. 

We arrived home and I walked straight up to my room. I need to take a shower I hate it when people are touching me. After my shower I walked downstairs where my parents were sitting in the kitchen with a strange man. When I walked in they looked at me. I hate it when they do that, it just like they expect an explosion but i can take care of that. I grabbed something to drink and look back at them. Let just fool around with them shall we! 

I just drank some of my juice and I just held the cup in my hand. BAM!  My cup exploded in my hand and the juice splashed and made my clothes wet. Shoot I didn’t thought about my clean clothes but well I just go upstairs and change again. I looked at my parents and the man and they all looked shocked, my mum started to cry and cleaned up the mess. She always do that everytime something happened

“See this is happening every time she takes a drink and they tell her there is nothing wrong with her. I can’t believe it Roger I can’t believe it.” She hugs me and after her hug I walk upstairs and change to other clothes and I just stayed in my room hearing my parents arguing.

They are so stupid! My parents are obviously not my real parents they adopted me at the age of 5. I was a quiet girl and could perfectly play alone and I was playing alone when they picked me up. They didn’t know about my birthparents and neither did I but if they were still alive I would yell at them for leaving me in an orphanage. Now I am 9 years old I get homeschooled by a very old woman and I hate it! I hate this life!

The very next day.

“Sophie darling are you coming?” I heard my mum wake me up out of daydream and I looked at her.

“What are we going to do mum” I saw her avoiding my gaze.

“We are going to a professor who is going to look at you for the last time.” I looked annoyed they are letting doctors and professors look at me for the past 4 years and none of them said there was something wrong with me. Why can't my parents just leave it alone and try to deal with it!

I sighed and stood up and dragged myself downstairs and into the car, there we go again.

 45 minutes later.

Back in the car my mum is crying. The professor was different this time but also he had the same results for my parents about me. I am healthy and there is nothing wrong with me. My dad came to his senses and said that it was enough and that they had to life with the things like they were now. I smiled to myself finally nobody is going to touch me ever again. When we arrived home I went straight upstairs and took another shower and stayed in my room.